There Is Such A Thing

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

The Ox Suffers, The Cart Complains.

Who Then Understands The Reciprocal Flux And Reflux Of The Infinitely Great And The Infinitely Small, The Echoing Of Causes In The Abysses Of Being, And The Avalanches Of Creation?

The Greatest Products Of Architecture Are Less The Works Of Individuals Than Of Society; Rather The Offspring Of A Nation's Effort, Than The Inspired Flash Of A Man Of Genius.

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.